Chapter 87 - Graduation

"I can't believe this is the last day of high school forever." Kurt was happy yet a bit melancholy as they walked into school hand in hand.

Blaine was grinning from ear to ear. "We had an awesome year."

As they reached their lockers. "It was unbelievable. We started out the year at different schools."

"Then?"

"Then you surprised me by transferring here. To be with me." Kurt grabbed a notebook and closed his locker door so that he could lean up against the lockers. He took in the muscles flexing in Blaine's arm as he put some books away and rearranged something in his locker.

"Best decision I ever made." Blaine moved in front of Kurt after slamming his locker. "You gave me the world baby."

"You got a concussion. I don't want credit for that." Kurt kissed Blaine openly. "You won tons of games for McKinley and you got us to the State Tournament for the first time in decades."

"What about Finn."

"What about him?" Kurt grabbed his hand as they started off to the last first class forever. "His cute butt didn't run those touchdowns in and his strong hands didn't grab that ball out of the air."

"I couldn't do any of those things without him." Blaine chuckled at the amount of credit Kurt gave him. His love very strong and obvious.

"I don't care. You were the star." Kurt raised their clasped hands to his lips to kiss. "So what else? We had an awesome Christmas and we got to visit our colleges and go on Spring Break and make love under the moon and stars. We even met a group of people that weren't homophobic when we were at the beach. We went parasailing and got into the colleges of our choice. It's been a great year."

"How about this one. We built our home." Blaine was so thoughtful sometimes. "We made love in that home. We made it our place. YOU made it our place with every little personal touch and drapes that were sewn with these two hands." Blaine had turned to Kurt and was holding both hands in his. He was facing Kurt. "This is it Kurt, we're almost there. I love you so much."

"I love you too Blaine." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulder as he nuzzled his chin with his lips, brushing them gently along his jawline. "Well, I guess this is it. I'm going in for the last time. This day can't end fast enough."

"I'll see you after class babe." Blaine kissed him on the cheek as he headed to his own class.

"Everyone's going to the soda shop downtown to celebrate!" Kurt seemed so excited. "People actually told me about it. I was actually invited."

Blaine grinned. He had noticed that Kurt was no longer a social leper a long time ago. People had treated him well all year. This was Kurt noticing for the first time. "Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, I think I do." Kurt beamed.

"Then, we'll go." Blaine was grabbing everything left in his locker and loading it into his messenger. "This is it."

Kurt loaded his things up too. "This is the last time we walk out of here as students. We move on to our adult life."

Blaine smiled but his eyes were wet. "I'll kind of miss this."

"What?" Kurt looked at him like he was crazy as he looked around the halls. Everyone was hugging everyone and packing up things. The halls were sad today. These halls were losing three hundred students but would soon welcome another three hundred in a just a few months. He finally turned back to Blaine. "I guess I understand, but remember, we've been living an adult life for the most part already."

"It'll just be so much more stress though." Blaine was a kid at heart.

"But we'll be in New York City." Kurt didn't understand. He was trying to understand why Blaine seemed sad.

"Forget it. I don't want to get you down." Blaine took his hand. Kurt was too excited to worry about Blaine in this moment, so he went with it. He knew they would have to discuss whatever was bothering him later.

"Hi Kurt. Will you sign my yearbook?" Some girl that Kurt knew her name approached him excitedly with a pen and her yearbook in hand.

"Uh, sure." Kurt smiled with some uncertainty in his face.

"Cara." She said.

"I know. We were in English last year together." Kurt responded.

"I wasn't sure you'd remember me." Kurt just smiled at her and signed it and then handed her his yearbook.

She smiled and said good luck. Kurt returned the wish. She moved on to Blaine in the same way. When she finally left, Kurt let out a laugh. "That was so weird and so cool at the same time."

"It was cool. I don't even know her." Blaine laughed with Kurt as they munched on fries that they ordered. Everyone was eating and walking around getting their yearbooks signed.

"This makes my face look red. Why can't the guys wear white?" Blaine looked at Kurt who was standing in front of the mirror surveying himself in his red graduation robe. "I know I'm pale, but it's giving my face a weird red glow. You look great in red. It's totally unfair. Everything looks good on you because of your skin tone."

"You look fine." Blaine stepped up behind him, putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders and resting his chin on one shoulder. "Actually, you look pretty perfect."

Kurt reached his hand around as he tipped his head toward Blaine's and caressed his cheek with his fingers. "You're too generous as always."

"I'm not. You're perfect and you know it."

Kurt turned all the way around facing Blaine. "I'm only perfect in your eyes. Everyone else knows the truth. I'm flawed. So many flaws."

"Nope. Don't ever say that." Blaine lifted Kurt's head up by his chin. "What are you worried about?"

"Nothing. It's all real. It's almost too real. We're going to be married in a few weeks and we're no longer high school students anymore. It's like leaving a whole life behind."

Blaine framed Kurt's face with his hands. "Do you remember the last day of school?"

"Of Course. It was just last week."

"Do you remember how I said I would miss it?"

"Yeah." Kurt just waited. He knew that Blaine was sharing and he didn't want to ruin it, so he remained silent.

"What you're feeling right now. That's what I was feeling last week. I was feeling so alone for the first time in a long time." Blaine's thumbs rubbed his cheeks.

"You're not alone. I'll be with you." Kurt smiled at Blaine in that old sweet innocent way. "I'll always be with you, forever."

"No. It's the fact that we're no longer high school kids anymore. We're leaving all of this behind. All of this that is familiar, our family, our friends, our home. Everything. We're leaving a whole life behind and moving." Blaine looked like he was going to cry.

"I understand. I didn't that day, but I do now." Kurt finally got what Blaine was talking about. "We're not kids anymore and we can't turn back time. We'll never be carefree like this ever again, will we?" Now Kurt looked sad.

"We'll always have our families. Burt will always be your Dad, but I feel like it's different now." Blaine pondered his next thought. "Should we sell this place?"

Kurt looked surprised. He stuttered. "Um, yes, I guess. I never thought that ..." He trailed off and a tear fell down his cheek as he glanced around the master bedroom that was their bedroom.

"No. no. We don't have to. We can stay here in the summers and whenever we visit. I mean, if you want to do that." Blaine didn't want to sell the place either and hoped that Kurt didn't want to. "We can rent it?"

"No. This is our place. I don't want to rent it, but aren't we taking the furniture?"

"We don't have to. This is our home, Kurt. Our first home together." Blaine hugged him close kissing his cheek softly. "It's special to both of us. Someday we'll have to sell it, but it doesn't have to be now."

"Good. I'm not ready to leave it behind. I'm not ready to close this book yet."

"I'm not ready either. It's not closing a book Kurt, it just adding a new chapter." Blaine's lips found Kurt's as they kissed wetly and in a way sadly. The kiss was needy and loving. They were comforting each other from the loss they were feeling. A loss of the life they had right now. A loss of the simpleness of everything they knew and loved.

When they parted, there was a sigh of relief from Kurt. "I'm glad we're going to keep the place. It's home to us. It'll always be our home."

Blaine straightened Kurt's robe and gave him one more, chaste kiss on the lips. "Let's go get our honors diploma's." He took Kurt's hand grabbing their caps off bed.

"Okay. I think I'm ready." Kurt followed Blaine out of the room.

"It's such crap that you didn't qualify to be valedictorian. You deserved it." Kurt said on the way to graduation.

"I wasn't here long enough, Kurt. It makes sense." Blaine responded very matter-of-factly. "Mark deserves it. He worked hard all four years at McKinley."

"I guess, but just because you weren't there for long enough, you've been robbed of the honor. You had more activities and your grades were higher than his this year."

"Kurt, you're getting all worked up. I got into my first choice school. I have no regrets. I may not be valedictorian, but I got a better prize." He smiled at Kurt. "You."

Kurt couldn't help but grin.

"Blaine Anderson" was called over the speaker as Kurt watched Blaine head toward the stage. He looked happy. Kurt couldn't be prouder than he was right now.

"Woooo!" Kurt cheered and stood up to clap for his soon to be husband. He yelled, "I love you!" loud enough that Blaine smiled brightly and proudly looking at him, appreciating the look that he was getting from Kurt. He held up his diploma after being handed it and shaking principal Figgin's hand. He could hear his family cheering in the bleachers lining the arena they were graduating in. He waved and smiled, then blew him mom a kiss as he mouthed the words, I love you to her.

"Kurt Hummel" was called not long after to the whistles from Blaine. He stood whistling loud and clapping. Burt chimed in with an air horn that made Kurt blush to his roots.

"I love you son. You did it!" Burt screamed loudly from the bleachers.

Kurt waved shyly from the stage as the photographer took his picture and he started to walk off the stage. He did it. They did it. Blaine and Kurt graduated with honors. There couldn't be a more perfect day. Their wedding was started to have a lot to live up to.

Kurt and Blaine visited Puck's house, then Mercedes, Rachel and finally Sam's. Their graduation reception was the latest of their friends. The sun was settling low in the sky and they knew their party was about to start. They sat on the swing in the backyard that was decorated with tables with white cloths. The food was catered from Breadstix, of course.

"It's going to be a nice party." Blaine said as he scanned the yard and all of its' glory.

"I heard everyone's coming to ours. The entire football team, New directions, bunches of people." Kurt said calmly as they held hands and swung.

"How are you?" Blaine nudged Kurt with his shoulder.

"I'm fine. It's sunk in so I'm feeling a little melancholy." Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"No time for napping. We need to celebrate." Burt said as he entered the backyard. There were drapes of little lanterns that were bought at Target to brighten the yard when it got dark out.

People started arriving and Kurt could hear the familiar, "Hey Dude" out of Kurt's more over and over again. Honestly, did Finn ever call anyone by their given name?

"Kurt!" Rachel approached them. "Blaine!" Rachel draped her around Kurt's shoulder, hugging him tightly. "We'll be seeing each in New York. This is not goodbye for us."

"Of course not, Rachel. Even if you weren't moving to New York, I know we'd stay friends." Kurt hugged her and Blaine followed.

The backyard was packed and every table was full including standing room only around each table. The football guys all said congratulations to Blaine and Kurt. Kurt felt like he was part of the crowd instead of watching the crowd. It felt nice, but Kurt figured everything would feel nice today. It was the perfect day. Burt let everything go allowing Kurt and Blaine to partake of the spirits after most of the people but close friends were left. Everyone left went indoors at Kurt's urging. The last few people would stay late.

Blaine and Kurt took to the hammock in the back part of the yard. Blaine clutched the bottle of champagne with a quarter of the bottle left. They looked up into the sky taking in all of the stars. "I don't think I've ever seen this many stars." Kurt said as he continued to gaze into the night sky.

"We probably won't see this many when we move to New York permanently."

"I know" Kurt said sadly "but we'll get to see them when we visit our families often." They were both a little tipsy, but it was Kurt that reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of something and laid it on Blaine's belly.

Before looking, Blaine took a swig of champagne and passed the bottle to Kurt. "Here." Kurt drank, while Blaine grabbed the little foil packet to find that it was lube.

"You're dad's right inside."

"and I'm pretty sure he's not going to bother us. He knows we only have a few days before we leave this place and from that point on, we'll be getting married, moving, getting our new home ready, closing this one up until we come back. There's so much. He pretty much said enjoy yourselves in your last time in the backyard for a while."

"That doesn't mean have sex in my hammock, Kurt." Blaine chuckled.

"It means that he and Carole are in for the night and he won't bother us." Kurt laughed. It was actually kind of weird. "He told me not to be loud."

"I guess you don't remember them hearing us way back in the beginning of the school year."

The light bulb went off in Kurt's memory banks. "Oh Yeah. I remember that."

"It's probably not the best idea."

"Like I care, Blaine." Kurt maneuvered so he was kneeling on either side of Blaine. His hands were on either side of Blaine's head as he kissed him forcefully, finally lowering his hips to Blaine's and rocking his hard cock against Blaine's. "I knew you would be up for it."

"I'm eighteen, I'm up for it when the wind blows the right way." Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's pants. It was almost impossible to remove them on the hammock. There were a few times when Kurt thought he would fall off, but after several attempts, he was bare from the waist down. He started on Blaine's pants. "Wait, what about the neighbors."

"Blaine, they can't see us in this grove a trees." Kurt chuckled. "Please. It'll be the last time at my childhood home."

"Right. Okay." Blaine lifted his hips up so that Kurt could push his pants off. They were fumbling around with the hammock swaying a little.

"I'm going to ride you." Kurt grabbed the lube and coated Blaine's fingers. He wasted no time burying a finger in Kurt's as he worked the muscle getting it to relax a bit. Kurt's face showed the pleasure in it so Blaine pulled his finger's out opting to cover his cock in lube. "I-I'm good."

Kurt lowered himself onto Blaine's cock as Blaine held it steady feeling the head of his cock being squeezed by the ring of muscle protection Kurt. It was not long until Kurt was sitting all the way down. "You're so tight baby."

"I think I'm clenching my muscles a little so I don't fall." Kurt leaned down kissing Blaine's forehead and neck as he started to move, lifting himself gently up and down. There was no rush. Kurt was actually worried that if went faster the hammock my rock them right out onto the grass below.

Blaine noticed his straining to keep from falling, and started to lift his hips up to a perfect rhythm with Kurt. Kurt's eye were shut, his mouth ajar and quiet moans of pleasure escaped his perfect pink lips. "Baby, you feel so good." Blaine thrust up strongly making Kurt catch his breath and lose his balance. Before they both knew it they were on the ground half naked.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand dragging him over to one of the trees. He was desperate to continue. He put his palms down on tree trunk and jutted his ass out. "Blaine, fuck me already."

Blaine immediately took his cock in hand and lined it up before pushing back in, quite a bit faster. "I'm fucking you. Is that what you want?" Blaine had one hand on Kurt's hip the other on his back holding Kurt so that he could go nowhere. He thrust sharply upward. He could feel Kurt clench tight around him.

They were lost in the rhythm and the comfort of knowing each other so thoroughly. Kurt stood more erect as he arched his back and reached back for Blaine's head. He brought it to his neck wanting Blaine to ravage his neck. "Mark me." Kurt asked. Blaine sucked the soft flesh of Kurt's neck as Kurt moaned. "Fuck" Kurt said as he felt the bruise on his skin and would wear it proudly until it faded away.

The tree bark was rough and the pace was comfortable. So comfortable that Blaine worried in his head. He sped up as Kurt's moans were starting to get louder. Blaine feared the Kurt could need a rest. Blaine was pushing in faster and harder and Kurt could only stand there taking it. "Feel good?"

"Fuck yeah." Kurt started to push back. His hand dropped to his throbbing cock stroking it. He pumped himself faster and his breathing came in gulps as Kurt came. The feel of his ass clenching around Blaine's painfully hard cock caused a sensation of accomplishment as Blaine came inside Kurt. His hips stuttered their completion as he waited for Kurt's breath to right itself.

"Come on baby." Blaine dragged him back onto the hammock bare ass for everyone to see. Blaine's fingertips brushed the skin of his ass, caressing it.

"Blaine" Kurt said out of breath still. "That was.. that was.. Oh crap, that was hot." Kurt looked for his briefs and Blaine's. He found them and they both put them on only to settle back down and smile about it. "Thank you."

"For what? You know you never need to thank me."

"I know, but I wanted you to know that you always do the right thing by me. I'm happy. I'm not sure I can get any happier."

"I know how to burst your bubble."

"How's that?"

"I think your dad came to check on us while we were having sex."

Kurt paused for a second then laughed out loud. "Serves him right for saying spend time out there Kurt. "

"I just hope that the neighbors didn't call the cops."

"We'll be fine."